Two things stood out to Rose as she gazed at her reflection. The black bunny ears perched atop her long, flowing auburn hair, and the shimmer of pale blue lace clinging delicately to her frame. The soft lace ensemble could have seemed innocent on another woman, but on Rose, it was a weapon. Her exquisite figure was not merely for gazing — it was a tool for deception, for persuasion, and above all, for survival.
The room where she stood was the epitome of opulence — a suffocating paradox of warm, golden glow colliding with the cold truth of what was about to happen. Plush velvet chairs, decadent floral arrangements, and smooth, polished wood surrounded her, as if the lavish setting could somehow soften the cruelty about to unfold. When she had agreed to go undercover to take down one of the most dangerous arms dealers in the country, she hadn’t anticipated this compromise — a high-stakes poker game where the stakes were much higher than simple cash. These men across the table dealt in secrets, in death, in control.
She reached out and adjusted one of the garters on her sheer stockings, her fingers lingering before glancing at the mirror again. Time to play the part.
The footsteps outside the room brought her back to reality. Three sharp knocks echoed as the door slowly creaked open, revealing Victor Koval, a silver-haired smooth-talking power broker with connections as bloodstained as they were vast. His dark, predatory eyes immediately fell on Rose.
“You’re a vision,” he purred, but Rose knew better than to take his compliments at face value. He saw her for what she was — bait.
With a disarming smile, she moved to meet him, each graceful step accompanied by the soft click of her heels. She knew every man in that room would underestimate her, but she didn’t mind — it was part of the plan anyway. Her partner, Alex, would be watching from the balcony — like a shadow in the dark, waiting for her signal.
One more hand, one more round of poker, and the deal would be sealed. Then, all hell would break loose. Rose’s confidence didn’t falter. Not now, not beneath these velvet shadows. But her heart raced for what came next.
Inside those walls brimming with sensual elegance and ruthless intent, two worlds would collide. And when they did, she would either walk out alive, or bring the entire empire crashing down around her.
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